#Chapter 200 The Wedding

Blue and gold draped the Victorian-style ballroom. The light of the chandelier twinkled on the glitter of the gold fabric, creating a starry-night effect across the white ceiling. A Moon Goddess altar had been erected at the far end of the room, beneath a life-sized portrait of the building’s founder. Beneath the altar stood Andrew in his best deep blue three-piece suit. He held his hands together in front of his pants, for want of something to hold in his anxiousness. I knew that he still objected to this wedding, but Lisa had made it clear that if he wanted to be involved in her life, he would need to swallow his emotions and support her, no matter what. As everyone else took their seats and Bob and his groomsmen took their spots near the altar, I approached Andrew under the guise of straightening his tie. “Are you all right?” I whispered as I fidgeted with his tie. “As I can be,” he said under his breath. “Are you?” I dared a glance back at Bob. He was deep in conversation with